There are a couple of things I’ve accepted.
1. There is a permeable link between the literary world and our own physical one.
Imagination and inspiration are part of our everyday existence. Your life is a story, so write it how you want. Now, literature is life distilled. Snapshots of human emotions and triumphs tied together. Your life, all of your crazy adventures, have the same magical, narrative quality.
When you read, you taste someone else’s life. Dorian Gray might have been a crazy mother fucker, but let’s face it…he gave hedonism a tempting description (which is the point, I think, of Mr. Wilde). Now, whenever I use rose water toner to wake myself up in the morning, I remember the scene in which Lord Henry dips his fingers into a “bowl of rose water,” and a connection is made. The scent is sweet and real, and so for an instant- that quote is flesh and blood.
Who doesn’t relate to what they read and remember? If you don’t, you should start. Literature is the best inspiration, and the humanities teach us to be human.
2. Your life deserves to be one enormously gratifying adventure.
And it doesn’t matter how you do it. Notice that some of literature’s best stories describe a moment, an instant where nothing happens and yet everything happens. Human emotions make the best stories, and this applies to real life. I chose excitement and the unknown (completely crazily) by packing up, quitting school, and moving to Paris. What about you?